- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[infomodder]

It would be an accurate assessment to say that I am paying your conversations particular attention. If I can see it, I follow it until I can't. If it's public, I've noted it and compartmentalized them for later reference, should the need ever arise.

[Compartments like "small talk" and "positive interpersonal relationships" (which he has no desire to look into further) followed alongside "related to Baltimore" (oh, Danger) and "potentially disastrous" which echoed folders he'd eventually have on multiple people here.

The people in Will's life have a horrible track record of getting screwed over, but he's yet to realize how major a factor he plays in that. He's yet to realize that the Ripper has been playing him along with Jack Crawford, along with everyone else. He's yet to realize who the Ripper is, but he has all these puzzle pieces left in the wake of public talks he could put together if he wanted to, but why would he?

Abel Gideon and Frederick Chilton and Freddie Lounds are not high on Will's list of people he feels anything positively for. They are, however, the people he knows, and two of them happen to get into quite a bit of trouble. FBI's darling consultant bloodhound keeps his nose down and would like to stay out of their business—to their faces. Food metaphors or not, if it's public and mentions them or comes from them, he consumes it. He might be tempted to scoff or roll his eyes, but the wonderful thing is:]

Let me add that I make no judgment calls. I am not following you because I find your social life of interest or entertaining. I do it on the clock when no one's in the shop. It wouldn't be a lie call it business. I'm getting paid no matter what I'm doing.

[Chilton (and Gideon, and Lounds) didn't have to act to get Will to pay them notice, to be invested. They just had to be them, had to be entangled. Unfortunately, he didn't know what else just being them wrought in the end of things. Whatever shit they pulled on him, didn't matter. He'd always peruse and make note of what he could see, and it had nothing to do with meeting up later and gossiping about it. Even if he was reading mentions of his insanity, he'd trudge right on. Might get a drink, but he'd get all of it he could even if he had to toss back more than usual.]

Your business is yours, mine is mine. Neglected to mention they overlap. You hadn't picked that up already? Notes for future reference.
I'd offer to stop, since it could be seen as invasive and rude and bordering on obsessive, but I think you're smart enough to know that's not the case.

[If Chilton wants him to stop, too fucking bad; Will's not going to quit sniffing everyone out until they stop getting themselves gutted and abducted and paralyzed. What he doesn't know.]

Don't expect me to shoot anyone else in the head. Seems my aim up close isn't something to count on.

[Not even a bit of brain damage. How shitty a shot was he?

Will wasn't doing this solely for Chilton or Gideon or Lounds. Will was doing this because he felt obligated (guilt even worlds away) to them for one underlying reason and multiple others unique to what relationships he knew they had.

He's purposefully leaving out that dirty, dirty f-word.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Yes, obviously our business overlaps.

[That's why he had surged in, to broker that deal with Will. The social contract. He wondered if Will had misunderstood his intent and the implication of what Chilton had already known, or if he was being obnoxious on purpose. The latter, likely -- it wasn't as if Chilton had been a gentleman to Will, during this exchange.

All part of how their entanglements got thorny.]

Isn't it remarkable, how he's recovered? [Ah, the discussion of Abel Gideon. An irresistible topic. If Chilton couldn't stop Will's focus on the Baltimore three (with Will, of course, rounding them to four -- oddly young Hannibal was but a fraction in this count), he could at least refocus the lens onto one of the other two.] Pity about the leg.

That wasn't me, you know. I don't know how he managed to lose it. I suspect it was taken from him.

[infomodder]

[Will's not the one who would take Chilton being the opposite of a gentleman as such a grave insult. Hannibal surely found him obnoxious at times, as he's sure Chilton did if he's ridden out the gravy train of being Will Graham's secretary.]

If he hadn't been talking about killing Alana Bloom in the style of the Ripper, he wouldn't have had to recover from anything. [This is a big fat lie. He would have shot him no matter what he said, seeing Garret Jacob Hobbs and all. The bit about being him was too much, but seeing that face saying anything? It wouldn't have mattered what Gideon said. Will's fortunate that Gideon's tongue-pulling spree afforded him a free pass when it came to having shot him in the head. Which he has, of course, lied about since coming here.] More remarkable that you feel you have to defend your lack of action. Anyone who thinks you'd be capable of wielding whatever was used to saw a leg clean off is a blind moron. Of course I "know" that, Frederick. I'd say we could argue that you'd helped wield whatever sawed Miriam Lass' arm clean off, but that wouldn't be an argument. We both had a part in that one.

[Freddie Lounds had her uses after all. And, ah, since the man who'd be discomforted isn't around, why not?]

You might say I have as much of a leg to stand on as you would if we tried to get into that one.

[Problems with taste indeed.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Needless to say, Hannibal isn't the best of measurements to determine much of anything by. He's probably the only person who sent Will anything, since the only other person invested in Will's well-being was already WORKING THERE (Matthew Brown). The gravy was more like water.

Chilton was likely highly disappointed by the dry detail. "Will come". BARELY salacious. Hannibal, you shame your cobalt blue walls with a lacking purple prose.]

Well, you definitely just called a couple of your acquaintances "blind morons".

[He doesn't illuminate, wondering if Will can figure it out. HE'S NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE FBI AND THEIR FAILURES, even though everyone knows Zeller fits that description.]

Miriam Lass could ONLY me even partially on me if you're suggesting that I have manipulative sway over the Ripper.

[Which, actually, he did to an extent. He wanted the Ripper to return to business, so he could be considered the copycat -- thus blooming Gideon's fame once more. He was counting on that much.

I read all those fucking scripts.]

[infomodder]

If you think "blind morons" is the worst I've called anyone and is something I should feel bad about, I don't think we got to know each other very well at all.

[Feeling badly about things. Words words words, none of them poetic enough to suit Hannibal's tastes. Zeller fits a lot of descriptions. Will slotted him in one while Jack stood there and watched, slotted him into the spot of a lousy politician due to his status as a middle child after having his lack of personality insulted.

Not to mention the way he insulted his entire class. Details.]

You helped create a fake Ripper. Of course that would hit news. Of course he'd read it and be insulted. Of course everyone knew Abel Gideon wasn't the Ripper. He doesn't just kill in threes or fours. He was active while Dr. Gideon was locked away. That much didn't hit the news.

Looking back at it later, we probably should have let you know. You probably wouldn't have believed it, but we could have tried.

Should I feel bad we didn't try?

["Sorry you got gutted because we didn't care - Cocktail"

He doesn't feel bad Chilton should have read the scripts more carefully]